first day of fall + investors' high
HOUSE, WARMED —
for the past few years, fall has looked like old friends, tuesday nights at hopewell, and leaves that actually change colors. before that, fall has felt like friday night high school football games in a zoo crew t-shirt, driving around the ‘burbs with my bestfriend, and my mom making me take a picture in front of our japanese maple tree before winter ruins our front yard’s aesthetic.
now fall is about coffee and robots, a housewarming with baked brie and champagne, and decision-making. i hinted at all of this in my Professional Newsletter, but let’s unpack it a little more today.
before that, my words + reads:
my words: i wrote about how cannabis funding has slowed down as the industry matures. the green is smarter and less riskier.
etc: i used investors’ high in a headline, and for that i am forever thankful. in all seriousness, it’s helpful to extract the signals that tell us which industries are maturing, and which ones are having their ~ moment ~ as for the former category, for cannabis startups, it’s less capital and less rounds. for scooter startups, its consolidation. for the latter, just look at CBD.
learning lesson: working with a remote team, if done correctly, means that whenever you all *are* in the same room it feels like the giddy first day of school jitters and energy. thankful for a slack culture that cares about what our small team eats for lunch, does on weekends, and listens to while on deadline.
unorganized tab time:
i chatted with sarah kunst of cleo capital
silicon valley goes to therapy
airbnb’s tense employees pushed it to go public
anyways
if you’re feeling like it’s the first fall in a new city or in a new job or in a new apartment, or a combination of some of these things (like me + many of my friends), it’s easy to get overwhelmed. it’s also easy to become a shell of the person you were because change lets you hide in your dramatic day to days. also baseline, change is anxiety inducing. i get that.
but find some comfort that this was all expected. fall, due to society’s construction, always was the intersection of new and nostalgia. even if it wasn’t as blaring as a chapter of your life. it’s always been this way.
when i can’t remember my new zipcode without googling it, i’m finding a new hopewell. when i really miss my best friends from home, i realize new ones are starting to feel old (in the most endearing way, mind you).
i was talking about this with trisha lately: months september through november always feel like a handhold. then december puts you in your place, and january reminds you that even if you try with all your might to change with the help of a resolution, it probably only takes you 20 days to fail. we’ll get to beyond that when we can.
this stuff repeats itself. it’s comforting that whatever new hurdles are ahead, we all have some navigation experience.
i’ll find my japanese maple tree soon enough,
N
my views last fall
my views this fall